Dem bones dem bones...

The knee bone’s connected to…

…just about everything, really.

K told me to watch Dexter, and dutiful Dad as I am, I did. It’s a police procedural, at heart, with added examinations of nature, nurture, the influences of biological and adoptive parents, and how even someone who is emotionally detached lives in a tangled and complex web of relationships.

Set in Miami, there’s plenty of sea and boats and sunshine and seafood (junk and haute cuisine), and, actually, they’re always eating. An easy sell, as far as I’m concerned. Try the magical Tinneswood Brandon family books. That man could write food and eating like an angel.

So, there was something in the soundtrack of series one that reminded me to check out Courtney Pine, which I duly did. There was something in the Courtney Pine stuff…

…that had me checking out Abdullah Ibrahim’s Water from an Ancient Well…

…one of those albums that has you certain that you’ve heard most of the songs before, even though you know you haven’t…then there was Mr BO’S at nets who triggered…

…bit of a tidal wave, actually…

…almost an entire weekend of the Bob Dylan catalogue, watching the Hurricane Carter film, and picking up the autobiography (I’m just over halfway through) and the journalist’s version (1p + p&p)…which somehow had me playing the Miles Davis Jack Johnson album, and the Jack Johnson album sessions collection…

…which led, in a convoluted way, to digging out The Joe Herriot Amancio d’Silva Quartet’s Hum Dono…

…a humdinger, without any doubt, of east meets west in a jazz environment, beautiful…

…and somewhere along the way…

…the dead Thatcher supporter’s club communal sense of humour failure reminded me that I’d not checked out Half Man Half Biscuit for too long, so I did that, and somewhere along that line the words ‘post punk’ came up, leading to a revisit of some The Fall albums…

…along the way this month we’ve lost…

…a wicked witch, the genius designer behind the Dark Side of the Moon and other album sleeves, Richard Griffiths (who had Harry Potter living in the cupboard under his stairs), there’s others too, and the sad news that Iain Banks has months, a year at most to live. Anyone who asks their long-term lover if she’d do him the honour of being his soon-to-be-widow by way of proposal deserves to live longer.

If…

…your ear-bone’s connected to anything else, beg steal or borrow a copy of Hum Dono. Give it a few listens (it’s not anything immediate) and immerse yourself in musical bliss. Always loath to say things like this, but this is a good headphones album.